WANIAC you a maniac with no skills your flow not ill
Blind for no reason like crime and treason you don’t thrill
Or foot the bill, like a deep well drowning this freak from hell
An official destination no artificial respiration ends your bell
Got a low pitch voice you flow like a ***** on a horse
So gitty up I’m witty and you corrupt with no choice
Stink like the disease Ebola drink coco cola with wisdom
And cook your whack *** like a solar system put you in prison
Feed you cold tablets you a bold rabbit with no tricks now
Grab it, it’s just a **** you trick try to be slick somehow
Your pride get wreck couldn’t be ill with side effects
Squeal when a knife that’s dull peal your scull you a reject
Had crazy drama with your baby mama child not yours
Not man enough to understand sex stuff, you cream puff whore
Couldn’t bark hard if you was marked as Saint Bernard
Even Clark Kent says you retard, faint in your own backyard